Tijuana is the Other.

In Between (2005), Poppy Montgomery is a Chicago attorney who travels alone to Tijuana, despite not speaking one like of Spanish, to look for her sister who has disappeared. Surprisingly, the experience becomes confusing.

That seems to be an inherent problem with films that revolve around a twist: Writing about it can be a real pain because one detail too many can spoil it all…or references to other films…or even mentioning that the title is related to the twist…or something like that.

I was ordering drinks. But the taxi drivers, cops, everyone in the stores, and bars all spoke enough English to communicate. The town is (at least it was) the number one tourist destination for Americans and they aren’t selling those black velvet paintings to the locals.

Howsabout the mugger/rapist waiting down an alley for the drunk white chick on vacation? How’s his English?

I’m just saying, if you’re trying to find out the mysterious circumstances of your sister’s disappearance in a town noted for its undercurrents, not speaking the native language is definitely compounding the problem of being an unarmed, stick-thin, not particularly feisty woman traveling alone.